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In that bustling city, where the traffic and people merged harmoniously,
everything appeared prosperous and magnificent. However, in a corner of this
city, there was a small "playground" that had been abandoned by people and
overshadowed by tall buildings. The swing under the maple tree was its main
attraction, and I was the swing that danced with the falling maple leaves.
Every day, I watched the hurried and anxious people pass by, feeling an
indescribable sensation in my heart. But if it weren't for the occasional
symphony of strong winds, storms, and thunder that broke the silence here,
it would have been unusually calm.
However, these past few days, there has been a figure lingering within my
sight. Yet, she never approached; she simply stood silently. However, I
could feel the silent breath of her soul calling out. Perhaps.
Finally, one day, she bravely walked over. She was a girl wearing a plaid
skirt and two braids. My first impression of her was that she was simply
observing me as I swung with the maple leaves. Through her watery eyes, I
sensed something different. Was it her? Or was it me? Maybe. One day, she
came into close contact with me. While gazing at me, she gently touched me
with her hands. Through the yellowed rope, stained by the passage of time, I
felt the coldness of her hands. Was she abandoned?
A few more days passed, and she "kissed" me. She held onto me tightly,
sitting steadily on me and pushing forward with force. "Fly, dance with the
wind!" she suddenly shouted, her melodious voice penetrating every nerve in
my being, making my heart flutter. She seemed to soar into the sky, dancing
carefree with the clouds. Finally, a smile appeared on her lips. It was so
beautiful, even though my rope made a creaking sound, on the verge of
breaking, she didn't mind at all. That creaking sound seemed to cheer for
her. Suddenly, a "thunderclap" disrupted the serene atmosphere. "A Feng,
what are you doing in such a dirty place?!" It turned out to be a
middle-aged woman wearing a short skirt, with mismatched purple-red lipstick
and precious jewelry. The girl's name was Feng. A Feng glanced at her and
helplessly jumped down, walking away with heavy steps. Her plaid skirt
fluttered in the breeze, maple leaves swirling and falling, was her heart
swaying too?
Just when I thought she would never come again, every time the deep and
affectionate twilight arrived, she would gently come by, standing next to me
and whispering softly, "My name is A Feng, but I'm not like those fiery,
passionate maple leaves. There are no lush green leaves around me, only
glittering gold." Finally, a tear fell onto my cheek, A Feng's tears were
more bitter than the sea. I finally felt her pain.
Every time A Feng shared her thoughts, the annoying "raven's beak" would
always break the tranquility of the evening. A Feng would reluctantly leave
time and time again. |
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Answer |
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In a bustling city where everything appeared prosperous, there was a small
"playground" hidden and abandoned amidst the towering buildings. The
protagonist, a swing under a maple tree, observed the hurried and anxious
people passing by every day. One day, a girl named A Feng caught the swing's
attention. She wore a plaid skirt and two braids and silently stood nearby.
Eventually, she approached the swing and formed a connection with it,
sharing moments of intimacy and joy. However, A Feng's encounters were often
disrupted by an intrusive woman. Despite this, A Feng continued to visit the
swing, pouring out her heart and revealing her pain. Each time, the peaceful
atmosphere was broken by unwelcome interference, leaving A Feng to depart
reluctantly. |
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